Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Bech pushes a vending machine cup at Cappelli. “What’s she saying?”

Cappelli hooks a thumb into a pocket “Never gets any fucking better does it? Denying everything of course. Says she’s being framed.”

Bech barks a laugh. “Of course. Just another victim of a tragic miscarriage of justice.”

“Aren’t they all? Still, looks like that lawyer of hers is going to get her sprung. Bail’s set high but the judge is allowing it. No previous. And it looks like they share a school tie.”

Fuck!

“Who is he? He looked pretty high-class to be the legal for a hooker.”

“Theo Aldred. Subs for Max Devlin. From Hofferman and Partners…”

“Hofferman’s? The prosecutors on the Romani Family case?”

“Yup. Don’t envy him that one. They’ve got all the wits under protection and the judge and lawyers have full surveillance.” Cappelli sucks at the coffee, pulls a face. “Stone-cold… You’re right though. You’d not think he’d turn up for the likes of that one would you?” He tilts the cup at Bech. “I’m going to the machine for another. Want one?”

“Thanks, but no. I’m off in five.”

*****

So, the bitch got herself sprung…

Back in his apartment, Bech paces, curses, bangs his fist on the wall. Then…

The blindingly fuckin’ obvious…

He checks the card index,

And sure enough…

Maximillian Devlin. Lawyer. Married twice. Son by previous.

One daughter by current marriage - favourite topic of conversation. Likes rabbits and pink. Got a pony. Gymkhana. Head girl at Ponterbury.

*****

Michael

in stone arches and vaulted ceilings, then brain-cells line up in good order and I remember where

slept, the covers are rumpled, sheets thrown back, but when I

myself on an elbow, I take a good look at my Sleeping Beauty. She’s looking better than she has since we returned from the last visit to

Her father…

Christ…

lost that sallow hue, and her

Babe…

the line of high cheekbones with a fingertip. Her

Not the stranger who looked out at me for the last few days, but my beautiful wife; my copper-haired, emerald-eyed, wilful, frustrating,

to touch me, she

stroking her face, “How are

are soft and watery. “I’m fine. Really, I’m fine now. I’m

did.” Tracing a curved brow with the pad of my thumb. “Sometimes life throws

dropping her gaze,

that if you really want to get yourself pregnant.” Her eyes lift again, widening. “Do you? That’s still what

Her voice is a whisper. “Is that

fine. Just so long as I

the back of my head. “Thank you.” She

I never will go away…” She sighs. “And yes, I’ve been looking forward to being back in our own bed too. We’ll sleep

forehead creases. “You mean you

imagine James and I share a bed when you’re not in it

“Sorry to disappoint you there.” James holds a

flare and she sits bolt upright. “God, I’m starving. Did you

James grins. “She’s back.”

*****

Twenty-Six Years Ago